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Colorblind
Reaching to the back of mind
Terrified
Shifting in and out of time
Fear overcoming my senses
Waiting is agony
Point of intensity increasing
Dreaming, forbidden anxiety
Screaming....distortion

Pressure builds, suffocate
Smothered by a feeling unable to control it
Magnify amplify
Smaller than a needle's eye
Pressure builds....distortion

Sickened mind, mirage or reality
Gonna break, I'm gonna break
Open mind, door closing fast on me
Gonna break, well I'm gonna break
Distortion

Blackness so cold
Unending descending transcending my soul
Distortion
Blackness so cold
Density crushing me
Weight of the world's distortion

Crazed stage, ill faze
Weight of the world's pain

Bow down, bow down, bow down to
Distortion

Punching through the other side
Paralyzed, kneeling, unable to control it
Petrified, nullified
Bigger than all space and time
Pressure builds....distortion

The pressure's getting to me
And I can't do much about it, you know?
Sometimes I just sit around the house
and I say to myself
Looking at these four walls
And I say "What the fuck am I alive for, huh?"
What am I alive for?
Colorblind   Reaching to the back of mind   Terrified   Shifting in and out of time   Fear overcoming my senses   Waiting is agony   Point of intensity increasing   Dreaming, forbidden anxiety   Screaming....distortion      Pressure builds, suffocate   Smothered by a feeling unable to control it   Magnify amplify   Smaller than a needle's eye   Pressure builds....distortion      Sickened mind, mirage or reality   Gonna break, I'm gonna break   Open mind, door closing fast on me   Gonna break, well I'm gonna break   Distortion      Blackness so cold   Unending descending transcending my soul   Distortion   Blackness so cold   Density crushing me   Weight of the world's distortion      Crazed stage, ill faze   Weight of the world's pain      Bow down, bow down, bow down to   Distortion      Punching through the other side   Paralyzed, kneeling, unable to control it   Petrified, nullified   Bigger than all space and time   Pressure builds....distortion      The pressure's getting to me   And I can't do much about it, you know?   Sometimes I just sit around the house   and I say to myself   Looking at these four walls   And I say "What the fuck am I alive for, huh?"   What am I alive for?